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Addiction Chapter 3 *REQUEST*
🕑 Added 2021-10-22 22:32:06 +0000 UTCFor my third week of class, I had already given up. Therapy wasn’t working, especially with a huge titted goddess like Debbie ruining the lesson. I would get hard just thinking about coming to class. When my wife asked me how it was going, I would just say some nonsense and try to change the subject. And hopefully I was sitting down.
I took my seat in the circle, and Debbie had already arrived, sitting across from me. She had a low cut shirt on that was way too tight, so much so that I could see her bra’s imprint on her bountiful bosom. She was sitting right next to tiny Charlotte which was also a crime against humanity. She looked so pathetic next to a goddess like Debbie, and the depressed look on her face told the tale.
“How’s everyone doing today?” The teacher asked. Everyone said good. I said “Meh.”
He continued. “I’m glad you’ve all made it back blah, it takes a lot of strength blah, proud of blah accomplished…” I was zoning out while he was speaking, staring at Debbie’s breasts. Something told me she knew I was staring, but I wasn’t even bothering with eye contact. My eyes were buried in her cleavage, and showed no signs of climbing out. And why wouldn’t I? She had established I was hers, that I was able to do what I wanted so desperately to do. There was no moral issue between us. There certainly was with my wife at home, but that’s a different story. For now, there was a guy talking and I couldn’t care less. As if on cue, she bent forward and pretended to look for something in her bag. Both of her breasts were now dropped before me, with what had to have been a foot of cleavage, bouncing as she tried to find an item I was so far convinced didn’t exist.
I felt an arm wrap around my shoulder. I tried snapping out of it. I looked to my left and saw the top of the head of a small woman, giving me a hug. I looked around, and everyone was hugging a person next to them. I put my arm on her, then sneaked a peek at Debbie. To my surprise, she was hugging Charlotte, and since she was so much bigger than her, Charlotte’s face was smashed into Debbie’s huge boobs. Charlotte’s little hands were pushing against her chest, but she was clearly overpowered. Debbie was staring at me intensely while she was doing it, and I immediately got hard. I was so nervous, I didn’t want this stranger who was hugging me right now to notice.
“Yep, keep hugging guys,” the teacher said in his normal idiot voice. I glanced back at Charlotte, who was now just hair sticking out of a huge pair of breasts. Then I felt something truly bizarre. A hand reached down and rubbed my now engorged cock. I looked down to see the back of the girl’s head, so I couldn’t see anything. I looked up at Debbie, who chuckled to herself as she watched. Panic overtook me, I didn’t really know what to do. Very faintly, I could hear her moaning as she stroked up and down.
“Okay everyone, find your partner and let’s do our next exercise” the teacher called out. How he missed the almost jerk off session right in front of him I’ll never know. “Everyone get with your partners and talk about your recovery.” The girl in my lap looked up at me. She was cute with curly brown hair and dark brown eyes. From here, I could see her chest, which is what I was looking at these days, and estimated her to be around a B Cup. She seemed incredibly flustered.
“My name is Suzy… I’m so sorry…” and she got up and darted to the bathroom. That was bizarre. I turned to look in front of me again to see Debbie charging over, confidently puffing her chest out to potentially block out the sun.
“Who’s your new girlfriend?” She asked seductively. “I’m starting to get jealous over here.”
“Who that? Yeah… that was weird. Her name is Suzy.”
“Well it looked like Suzy was showing you a good time. Did she get you nice and hard?”
“Her?” I asked. “No, not at all.”
“Then who did?” She asked back, staring into my eyes.
I blushed. Wasn’t it obvious? She was just toying with me. I couldn’t believe how much she seemed to enjoy playing with me. This must have been her addiction. Mine was sex, especially my obsession with breasts. Hers was manipulation. And how unfair that she gets that addiction and those massive tits to go along with it. In a way, you could almost feel sorry for her, but she was so sadistic and cruel, it was hard to feel any kind of sympathy. Such evil could not be treated lightly.
“I mean… come on…” I replied.
The rest of the lesson was a blur. It went by quickly and didn’t help me at all. The teacher had some words at the end.
“I want everyone to find someone here they can trust. Exchange phone numbers please. If you are ever feeling any urges, weakness, anything at all, I want you to call or text your buddy. We are all in this together, and together we will get through it. Understand?”
Debbie turned to me. “You wanna be my buddy?” She squeezed her arms in front of her chest, making her already enormous breasts seem astronomical. They looked like planets that could absorb me. She swayed back and forth, taunting me like an innocent school girl in a porno.
I nodded silently.
“Phone please,” she demanded. I handed her my phone after unlocking it. I saw her flipping through some of my apps. I leaned in to see what she was looking at. My heart sank; she was looking at my wife. “So this is your wife? Man, she has, like, no tits, whatsoever.” I felt so embarrassed. She wasn’t a part of this, she didn’t deserve it. There was nothing she could do about it and she didn’t even know it was happening. Everything about it was so fucked up. And yet I was helpless to stop it. “No wonder you’re always staring at my tits, you have to go home to this flat chested nothing of a girl. You get an hour with me once a week and you get to experience a real woman. My one tit is hotter than your entire wife, isn’t it?”
I froze, not knowing what to say. I just knew I wanted to die.
“Isn’t it?” She asked, sternly. I nodded, defeated and sad. “I know. Look at this shirt she’s wearing. I literally couldn’t wear this shirt without my boobs ripping through it. My left boob could wear this shirt tighter than she is wearing it. Would you like to see my left boob wear this shirt your wife is wearing?”
I nodded.
“Mmhmm…” she muttered. She handed the phone back to me. “Okay, you’ve got my phone number, and I sent me a text. And don’t worry, I didn’t give the number a name so you can keep me a secret. A BIG secret, of course.”
The night ended and we all went out separate ways for the night. Debbie mercifully didn’t follow me to my car after the torment she had put me and my marriage through. I got in my car when I got a text message. I looked at my phone. It was from an unknown number.
“Masturbate to me tonight”
I texted back. “I will”
I was so ashamed I deserved to get in a car wreck.
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JUGHEAD
Love this series. I hope you continue it some day.
*Thank
